Autofiction

I see you by the phone box you called in
All the words that you say
I feel close, as if you're here beside me
Don't feel bad to stay
Delicate colouring book by your front door
Caught in a haze when you call

Pointing out all the things that you said
I'll return to a death
All of which we use as a homepage
Cut the line from the desk

Delicate reasons to run out of the room
Caught up in all that you do
Forgetting all of the times we never knew
I'll be around
I'll be around
I'll be around

When it's not so soon